Queen Of Sublime.
Blushing brown hair covers her tender crown.
She is my silent queen, so forbidden.
Meticulous in everything she completes.
To me a definite soul to kiss with
Silent weeps, Angel always the desire.
A cessation in her reticent act.
Makes a vibration at my waning knees.
Define Sublime? The waning in my heart.
She is held internment by a ball and chain,
I am captivated. Why can't I kiss her?
I want to love her, I can't comprehend.
If I could easily kiss her, my God!
Could I grasp her hand? Hold it to my heart…
Perhaps on twilight, my queen of sublime
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